Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 244

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**
**Chapter 244: Malrik’s Worry**

Corvin cradled Malrik in his arms, his heart heavy with emotion, and his eyes brimmed with unshed tears.

“Cotton Candy,” he murmured, his voice thick with worry, “if anything were to happen to Emma, I don’t think I could go on. You’re just a pet, so you’ll be fine. But don’t fret; I promise I’ll make sure you’re taken care of before my time comes.”

Just then, Edric approached from behind, his expression grave as he placed a reassuring hand on Corvin’s shoulder. “I’ll head to the kitchen and whip up something Emma enjoys. You and Marcus should keep her company.”

As Corvin and Edric exchanged glances of deep concern, Malrik felt a surge of anxiety welling within him, almost pushing him to shift back into his human form.

**Ms. Tibarn!**

With a sudden burst of energy, he leapt from Corvin’s embrace and scampered up the stairs, his little feet barely making a sound as he dashed toward the third floor.

Watching the rabbit dart away, Corvin lowered his voice and turned to Edric, a hint of desperation in his tone. “How did my performance go? I should have managed to trick him, right?”

Edric nodded, a flicker of approval in his eyes. “It was superb.”

Meanwhile, upstairs, Marcus gently placed Emma on the bed, his movements careful and deliberate. “Ms. Tibarn, would you like to take a bath? I can run the water for you.”

He knew all too well how much she cherished those soothing moments in the tub each night before drifting off to sleep.

Emma had been in the hospital for nearly four days, and the thought of her not having a proper bath weighed heavily on his mind.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Malrik racing in, and she instinctively grasped Marcus’ hand, offering a faint nod. “Marcus, I don’t have the strength. Once you fill the tub, could you carry me there?”

“Of course,” Marcus replied softly, a comforting smile gracing his lips as he tucked a few stray strands of hair behind her ear. “Just wait for me, Ms. Tibarn. I’ll be as quick as I can.”

Malrik, filled with concern, watched as Marcus entered the bathroom, then hurried back to Emma’s side. He hopped up onto the bed, his little heart racing with worry. What could be troubling Ms. Tibarn? Why does she look so pale and frail?

As Emma caught sight of Malrik, she coughed lightly, reaching out to touch his ear. Her hand felt limp and cold, as if lifting it required every ounce of her dwindling strength.

“Cotton Candy,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, hoarse and fragile, like glass on the verge of shattering. “I’m alright. Please don’t worry.”

She attempted to smile, but the effort triggered another round of harsh coughing, making her struggle to regain her breath.

Malrik’s anxiety peaked; he felt like he might explode. **Ms. Tibarn, what’s wrong? Please don’t frighten me!**

Just then, the bathroom door swung open.

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